Discord tells a Story

"Discord?" Twilight Sparkle asked.

"Yes?" Discord responded.

"Why the hell did you fake the story ending? The first chapter wasn't even 1000 words long, it's kind of impossible for people to actually think that was the end." Twilight replied.

"You have a good point, and my answer to your question is simply; because." Discord answered.

"Okay, just tell the dumb story so I can get my Dragon slave back." Twilight said.

"Okay." Discord replied.

It was a long long time ago, in a galaxy far away.

On a planet lived a peculiar race of beings named Humans, they were quite the intelligent race, coming out with new technology every year, making the technology from last year completely useless for incredibly stupid reasons.

Another thing greatly known about these humans, was their ability to wage war, to ponies such a thing would be horrible. However it is not for these creatures, they live, breath, and eat war. War was a great thing for them, and it brought money, glory, and fame to them all.

However this story isn't about those humans that invented technology or waged war, not one bit.

This is the story of a strange little Human named Kragor.

One day he was using quite the amazing invention, it was like a massive library that the whole world had access to almost anywhere and anytime, it was revolutionary technology. This library was composed of several other sub-libraries, each one serving a different purpose, regardless of how strange or mundane it seemed. If you were familiar with the technology you could even create your own library too! From now on though, I will refer to this large library as the 'Internet', and those sub-libraries as 'websites'.

Anyways, Kragor was accessing a website, a strange one for creating fictional stories taking place in fictional universes already established by others. It was indeed a strange website.

He was writing a fictional story of his own, it was an incredibly stupid story though.

"Man, this is a pretty stupid story, isn't it?" Kragor asked himself.

It was a story about a strange creature with mismatched body parts telling a story to a purple female horse thing.

Currently, he had just finished writing the part where the mismatched creature told the purple female horse about his progress in the story he was writing, he still couldn't believe he was writing this terrible thing though.

"Oh Cthulhu, this is horrible." he said to himself.

For a few minutes he stopped writing, and thought about deleting what he had created.

However he decided to write a little more, he eventually finished writing where the purple female horse was reading a book.

He then decided another break would be nice.

And then he went back to the thought of deleting what he had written.

However, he began to start thinking about strange, stupid things instead.

"What if... Somewhere in the universe, or maybe in a completely different universe these events are happening, and the existence of those participating in such events depends on me finishing this story?" He said to himself.

"Naaaaah, that's just stupid." he said.

He moved his mouse over to the delete button and clicked on it, removing the trash he had written from the internet forever.

"Thank Cthulhu, I was afraid I would go mad if I wrote more of that terrible thing."

He then got a job, stopped living with his parents, made millions of moneys, married a smokin' hot woman whom he loved very much, and died happily, never even thinking about writing such bullshit again.

Or did he? No, he didn't. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

DUN DUN DUN

THE END

"Wait, that's all?" Twilight asked.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, however I've grown bored of telling you this story, so you can have your Dragon back."

Discord snapped his fingers, and Spike turned back to normal, who quickly gave Discord a swift kick to the head.

"That was horrifying." Spike said.

"Let's go home Spike." Twilight said.

"Yeah!" Spike replied.

Twilight and Spike hugged it out for a while and then went home.

THE END?

Oh, and Princess Celestia also totally got pissed at Discord for smashing her stuff or something.